I'm A Math Idiot, So What? - Chapter 20

Thus, I spent a period living like a walking corpse, filled with remorse and regret. All the renovation materials I previously bought from Taobao had arrived, except the sofa. With an empty mind, I set to work on renovating and decorating.

Putting up the wallpaper—it’s crooked. No problem, it has a certain artistic flair. Laying down the vinyl flooring—it’s bubbled. No issue, place a small green plant over it, and it still looks fine. The curtains were measured incorrectly and ordered too short, but they would do since I sleep with an eye mask anyway. The tablecloth was excessively long, draping onto the floor like a display platform. However, its pale color got splashed black the moment I tore open a takeout vinegar packet.

My initial enthusiasm for decoration had vanished. Sitting by the table, I realized that I had been indirectly involved in campus bullying back then. So what kind of “Snow White” am I? More like the evil stepmother from Snow White.

My phone beeped with a private message from the campus forum. When I opened it, the sender was a newbie without a profile picture and nearly zero forum experience.

I clicked in further and saw that they had sent a screenshot of a previous missing person notice, asking me, “Who are you?”

Distracted, I replied, “Did you send it to the wrong person?”

“I’m Fang Congxin.”

He’s here, he’s here, he’s come for revenge.

Immediately sitting up straight from my previous slouched posture, I cautiously typed: “I am Lin Meng.”

After a long pause, he asked, “What do you want from me?”

Just as I was racking my brains to phrase the next response, Fang Congxin sent another message—a blessing, or so it seemed.

“You should drop the ‘Beauty of Mathematics’ course. You won’t pass.”

This was a curse—a bloodless, razor-sharp blow that struck directly at the heart.

It turns out he came with the intention of seeing me fail right from the start. He knew my weakness in mathematics and deliberately targeted my sore spot.

Yet, I had no way to voice my grievances, no place to seek justice. All I could say, condensed into one word, was: “Okay.”

If a deduction of 15 marks could somewhat compensate for the grievances and dissatisfaction you suffered back then, let me bear all the sins and endure all the hardships alone. And I shall rise anew, like a phoenix from the ashes!

Let life train me, torment me, test me!

I opened the mathematics reference book and calmly concentrated on solving problems.First question on calculus; seems like I know how to solve it.
Second question on probability; seems like I can handle it too.
Third question on linear algebra; let’s give it a shot—oh, I can even come up with an answer!
You see, as long as you calm your mind, life is full of hope!

When I reached the fourth question, my phone chimed several times in succession. I quickly finished it and picked up my phone, pen in mouth, to check.

It was Ge Chunchun, who had added me to a group named “Never Abandon the Beauty of Mathematics Group.”

Wow, it’s like they knew I was looking for a group to study with—talk about being considerate. I was just thinking about finding a study group, and here they came, bringing care and warmth!

Amazing! When God closes a door, He always opens a window!

I entered the group and saw a dozen people chattering enthusiastically.

For the Beauty of Mathematics, shed the last tear: I want to ask everyone, what was your score in this class last semester?
Swallow: 56.
Pi: 39. Done talking, off to cry.
Xu Qi’s Wind: I got 35. Is there anyone lower than me?
Ge Chunchun: 27. I dare any little demon to beat my score!I was utterly confused and asked, “What’s going on? Has everyone taken The Beauty of Mathematics before?”

Swallow: Did someone add the wrong person? This is the Never Abandon group, not the show-off group.

Ge Chunchun: @Lin Meng, isn’t your student ID for a senior? So you’re not here for a retake? Sorry, my apologies, turns out you’re a scholar! I saw you always sitting in the back row sleeping, and I thought you were…

Claire: Chunchun, you know Su Qi’er learned kung fu while sleeping. Our senior here seems like she’s sleeping but is actually studying hard!

Me: @Ge Chunchun What retake? Don’t mess with me, I feel like a million fluffy sheep are running wild on my heart right now.

Everyone: …

Ge Chunchun: Senior, our group consists of the ghosts from last year’s The Beauty of Mathematics class. We didn’t know each other before failing, but now we’ve become acquainted on the Bridge of Helplessness.

Madagascar: Requiem.mp3.

I counted the number of people in the group and exclaimed, “How can there be so many people!”

Ge Chunchun: Senior… don’t tell me you didn’t know Professor Fang’s nickname before choosing this course?

My hair stood on end: ???

Ge Chunchun: Professor Fang Rui used to be a PhD advisor at Peking University’s Department of Mathematics. He was recruited by Principal Lu two years ago to become the actual head of the department. He used to only supervise PhD students, but last year he responded to the university’s call for “famous teachers spreading knowledge” and started offering a course for undergraduates.

Li Tong: [emoji of someone holding a big knife] It’s killer-level. Half the class failed last year.He is known as the “Thousand Slayer.”
Everyone: [candle emoji]

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